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hurts us all,” says' ...some man from a socio-economic company. What is Safe Streets?” I asked, putting down the page.
     
    “A movement to document everyone who has magical abilities over a certain threshold. It died out about five years ago, too many people calling it intrusive and a violation of privacy rights. Ironic to call it grassroots, though. It originated from a strong ruling class family.”
     
    “Can I suppose that family was the Cole family?”
     
    “It wasn't their idea, and Gregor Cole was playing coy with the topic,. I think he supported the movement, just not the man who proposed it.” Mordon tipped his chin to encourage me to read on. “Who does it say is the spokesman for the feys? I personally cannot imagine that their council would want anyone to know of their vulnerability. People may decide to storm the woods if this gets out.”
     
    “Why bother?”
     
    “Power, spider silk, even digging the dirt itself. A lot of medicinals come from the Wildwoods, and no one likes how the feys hold dominion over the management of those resources. Personally, I believe the feys like to sell as much as they dare, but others disagree. Such as that socio-economist quoted.”
     
    “I don't like the ramifications of this article, and I haven't even read the second paragraph,” I muttered and flipped to the next page, where a name was circled in red ink. “Oh, nice one. How illegal is it, exactly, to get violent with a journalist?”
     
    “Not at all if you know how to incinerate the body without leaving a trace,” Mordon said. “Why?”
     
    “Because apparently the spokesman for the Wildwoods Fey Council is me.”
     
    “Did you contact them?”
     
    “Of course not. I haven't hardly talked to you about it, nevermind shooting my mouth off to the papers.” I felt insulted he even asked.
     
    The paper made a rustling noise as Mordon smoothed the trifold creases out of it. “Best sign on the dotted line then.”
     
    “What is it?” It was clearly a form, with my name and details filled out in RJ's block capitals.
     
    “Two copies of a fraudulent account notification. It says that someone falsely claimed your identity, that the information contained within the story is 'horrifically inaccurate' and that if they publish anything about either the event and/or with your name associated with it, you will pursue legal reparations for damages associated with your life and the lives of those involved. Your contact has taken the liberty, too, of signing you into the books of a certain Donald Steele and has submitted a complete copy of all items to him.”
     
    “He's my father's brother. Does criminal cases. He's one of the Wildwoods' Hunters. You saw him at the Wildwoods welcoming party, but we didn't have a lot of time to talk at that moment. So he chases down criminals at night and prosecutes them during the day, and there's some loophole that makes it all cool with the law. Go figure.”
     
    “Well, hurry up and sign these things then. I'll burn one right back to your contact, and the other should go to your uncle.”
     
    I did as he asked, and he stuffed the first one into an envelope marked URGENT while I signed the second copy. While I was addressing the copy for Uncle Don, Mordon focused and lit the letter on fire with the green ember in his hand. I tried not to be jealous. One day I'd learn how to perform the method of communication that everyone else in the whole sorcering world had down pat. Mordon took care of the second envelope, too.
     
    “Who do you think it was that wants to make me out as a traitor and put the Wildwoods in danger as they do it?”
     
    “An excellent question, and one we should keep an open mind about.”
     
    “So you don't have a clue?”
     
    “I have several people who come to mind, but I'd rather see who draws your attention first. If our lists match, we might be onto something.”
     
    I nodded, feeling weary and like the day had transformed me into